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just outside beyond my door

I know that he is standing there

and reminders I do not need

of that which he will bring

and I will turn avert my eyes

and stop up my listening ears

and my thought to other things turn

so that they will not me remind

and I do wonder how that they

seek out all that they can learn

study of his many ways

and of the fascination they do find

for I do wish that I could forget

and even that I had never learned

how each day would now be filled

of all the things the wait without

and inside where I do hide

I do wonder of their joy

how the seek of all the things

that from which I run away

and they call invite me in

that with them I might share

of all the joy that it does bring

not knowing why I turned away

yet I know I cannot forget

that someday he’ll enter in

and no more may I hide

from the one who waits outside